And that's not even counting the ones that were of the ground, my forehead, and the sink.
Ok so I might have struggled a little with taking my self-portrait for I Heart Faces this week.
Here's a few that I decided against, for various and sundry reasons.
This one would be great, if I washed my bathroom mirror. But I can't remember the last time I did, so I have something which is probably toothpaste splatter on my head.
And this one makes me laugh because I am not quite sure what this face I'm making is. It looks like I'm trying to be sexy. I am giggling just writing that, because trust me - I was not trying to post a sexy self-portrait while holding my baby. Oh and my battle scar (beside my eye - from a baseball bat . . . ) is just far too noticeable.
I may have mentioned this before, but cleaning? I hate it. Hence the filthy mirror. Also, I was clearly confused about where to look in order to be actually, you know, looking at the camera.
Sometimes, when I am taking pictures of people (or just watching people take pictures), I make really silly large grins. It's good for my street cred.